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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

[COVER REVEAL] RIDGE by Adriane Leigh

Sometimes doing the wrong thing feels so right...

I'm a player. I'm an asshole. I'm someone you should stay away from.

I have demons.I've made mistakes.And the biggest can't be taken back.

I've gone to hell and back in twenty-nine years and I'm only now coming to terms with moving forward, righting my wrongs, and making amends. Except not everyone deserves forgiveness. Sometimes the damage done is beyond repair.Everyday is exactly the same. I focus on the pain, in the quest to feel and forget, but I remember everything. When I close my eyes the darkness encroaches and some days it feels like the things that kill me are the things that make me feel alive.

*****Excerpt*****

I hovered over her sweet
body, the soft flesh beneath my fingers like fucking silk. Her hands laced in
the rungs of the headboard above her head, propping her breasts high and full
for me. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, full lips formed in a a perfect O
as moans escaped her throat.

She was fucking stunning. I moved in and out of her, slowing my pace,
hitting her as deep as I could, rounding my hips with each slow thrust and
drag. She was everything, had been my everything for a few months, the only one
that had ever gotten me.

All of me.

The me that no one else had ever seen.

Fuck of it was, she was my brother’s fiancée.

I’d fucking taken her right from under him.

I hadn’t meant to, I don’t think she’d meant to either, it’d just
happened one night, and there’d been no going back.

And now here we were, months later, I was still plowing into her—taking
her, owning her, making her mine—every fucking night in my bed, hearing her
call my name, her eyes hazy with lust and love when I finished.

Except tonight was different.

Tonight was the last time.

Tonight I was ending it.

My heart clutched in my chest as the words floated through my head. My
eyes burned with the pain of it.

I didn’t want to let her go, but more than anything, I was sick of
running. And seeing my brother again had finally opened my eyes.

This was it.

This was it for us. For me and her. For the girl that had wrapped her
fingers around my soul and held it so fucking tightly it was as if my every
fucking breath depended on her.